Yesterday goes down in the books as one of the worst days of my life :(
The good news is that everything is okay now. Well, everything with me (and Louis) is okay. I'm really, really worried about someone that I love very much. I don't know what to do about it, or how to help, but I'm going pray about it and hope that I figure out what the right course of action is. Vague, I know, but it's going to stay that way because this isn't my issue. I know you understand.
When we came out of class and walked to the parking lot I walked to the spot where my car was, and it was gone. You heard me. GONE. As I said, yesterday was a tough day for me. So, before freaking out I looked around. Could I possibly have parked somewhere else? Hmmm...why couldn't I remember?
T: Ummm...where is my car?
(we all turn and look at the spot between Marilyn Monroe and MK's cars)
T: Wasn't I parked between the two of you?
MK: Yep. You were. Because I almost parked in such and such spot, but then I parked here on your other side instead.
T: Okay. So, where is my car?
(we all look around the parking lot as if my car has moved itself. we can't really process what has happened)
T: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY FREAKING CAR! SHIT! SHIT! COULD THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE? (immediately break into sobs)
MM: Hold on now, let's call this number to see if you were possibly towed......Well, crap! They are only open until 5:30.
T: Do you think? Do you think I was towed? I so hope so. I'm totally okay with that. I haven't paid a few of those $3 parking tickets. Oh God, please let that be it.
Marilyn Monroe continues to work her magic and calls everyone under the sun, police included, to get to the bottom of it. Turns out my car was towed.
And I breathed a sigh of relief. That was totally okay with me. As long as my car was safe. MK said she would take me to the towing place in the morning. Marilyn Monroe gave me a ride home.
As I laid on the couch with Louis last night, all I kept saying to myself was "thank you God that this day is over".
Flash Forward to This Morning...
MK and I head to the towing place. We get lost for about 20 minutes, but we eventually find it. The guys are all chatty and smiley as if they love what they do. WTF?
T: Yesterday was quite possibly one of the worst days of my life. And then you towed my car.
Tow Guy: Yea, sorry about that.
T: Here's an idea....have you ever thought of leaving a Post It note or something?
Tow Guy: Huh?
T: I thought my car had been stolen! You can imagine, I'm sure, how upsetting that was. Clearly if you had left a Post It note indicating you had towed my car you would have saved me from calling 911. It's just a suggestion, but perhaps one you should consider.
Tow Guy and Random Icky Guy: bahahahahahahahahaha...yea
So, $264 later my car is delivered to me at the front door. Yep, $264. Here's the thing, only $150 of it was towing. This girl had acquired $114 in parking tickets and not paid them. Bad, bad T :( So it was my fault. Completely. I accept that, and I'm not mad. I got caught, I paid the price. HOWEVER, I still maintain that a Post It note would have been simple common courtesy.
Now For the Best Part of the Story....
I get these yellow parking tickets in the side window of my car all of the time. I save them. I keep them in my console. AND THEN....when I park, and don't pay, I cleverly slide them into the side window. My thought process is that the parking attendant will think he's already ticketed me. It works all the time. Really, it does! However, the last time it didn't work. There was a second ticket in my window. I just threw it into the console, and didn't read it. UNTIL TODAY.